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"What do you think, little friend?"

The shopkeeper focused his attention on Ji Mo. Ever since he knew that Ji Mo was a violin maker, he had always called Ji Mo "little friend" and had no intention of talking to Ji's father.

It is said that farmers, farmers, and businessmen seem to be much more noble than merchants, but they have never heard of merchants being rich and luxurious. I don’t see any farmers with silk and satin, and horses and chariots lined up. It can be seen that the status ranking is only based on a certain political status. For businessmen, money can pass through officials, and officials and businessmen collude. Farmers are often suppressed at the bottom. If they want to go to the bottom, they may be some low-level craftsmen.

"Sell, sell, sell, of course!"

Ji's father guessed that the price might be high, but he didn't expect it to be so high. This was enough to keep him busy for two or three months, and his voice became louder in joy.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, and was about to follow the trend when he heard Ji Mo say: "This is the first piano I made, and it's not very good. Let me take it back as an intonation model, and wait until the second piano is made." Well, how about bringing it here again? I think my craftsmanship will be better at that time, and I will be worthy of the price given by the shopkeeper."

Father Ji was not very angry when he was refuted, but just looked at his youngest son in puzzlement. Ji Mo's words were very organized. After thinking about it, Father Ji also thought of it. He couldn't come here every time after making the piano Let's tune it, I'm in a good mood today and I've helped, what if I use this to lower the price tomorrow?

It’s not that the younger son can’t do the same thing as the elder son, but the profit will be lower if the profit is shared between the two. If the younger son wants to make pianos, it’s obviously better to keep making pianos, and he doesn’t have to leave home. There is no need to fight with the eldest son, the family is harmonious and beautiful...

After the shopkeeper finished listening, he caught sight of Ji's father who had no complaints from the corner of his eye, and laughed: "That's fine, then I'll be waiting for my second piano!"

Unless the workmanship is abnormal, it will only get better and better, and it will never be worse than the first time. At the same price, if you charge better, it will be better.

There was nothing to do in winter, Ji Mo stayed here for a while, and asked some advice about violin making. The shopkeeper is not a craftsman, and he doesn't know much about it. It's nothing after the end, but seeing Ji Mo's cute appearance listening carefully, and hearing him say that he never knows any tunes, he simply taught him a short piece of piano music.

"Since ancient times, the spirit of writing has been interlinked. People in my generation dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with scholars. But when you enter the room of Zhilan, the fragrance will be dyed without smelling it. Even if it cannot penetrate the bones, it should also soak into the clothes and texture, and get a few points of the fragrance of books and ink. , understand a little or two of human principles... don't care about others, just like this song, the person who makes the piano doesn't know the five notes, doesn't distinguish between civil and martial arts, and has no rules in his hands, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

The shopkeeper didn't mean to laugh at Ji Mo when he said this, and said: "Your master left early, and I must have not had time to teach you these things. Now I will teach you, but I will check for omissions and make up for vacancies. I hope I can see the master soon."

For craftsmen, the greatest honor is to add the word "big" before "craftsman", which is a kind of compliment, and it also means icing on the cake.

Ji Mo could hear it clearly, knew that the other party had good intentions, so he patiently came to learn. A piece of qin music, like a flying bird after a snowfall, flew by without a single claw left, like a shadow, like light and shade on snow, swaying into people's hearts.

This may be the simplest type of introductory song, such as ink and wash landscapes, with a few strokes and a large area of ​​blank space, and those "white spaces" give people enough room for imagination.

It seems that there are mountains and rivers hidden in the fog, hidden under the snow, and it seems that the distant mountains and rivers are hard to see.

The sound of the piano, which is not loud, falls and continues, intermittently, occasionally continuous, if the mountains are far away, if the water is far away, if people are far away, the shadow on the snow, is it a phoenix in the sky, or the person who has gone far away? The shadow of a reluctant heart?

The shopkeeper played the display piano in the store, and Ji Mo played his own piano. He was still watching the gestures of the other party for the first time, but he was able to continue the connection for the second time, but he felt a little flustered in some places. Fortunately, It's a song with too much blank space, otherwise it's really hard to move your hands.

No matter how good the memory is, it doesn't mean that the brain can remember, it doesn't mean that the hands can keep up, and it doesn't mean that they can cooperate well.

After repeating the simple melody several times, when Ji Mo was finally able to use his hands and eyes freely, the shopkeeper stopped his hands and listened to Ji Mo finish playing the last verse by himself.

"Thank you for your advice!"

The sound of the piano curled up, as if still staying in the landscape of mountains, rivers and snow, Ji Mo had already stood up and bowed. These days, learning anything is not free, and the shopkeeper can invest in advance to teach him this song, which is really a love of talent. a bit more.

"Little friend is so smart, it's really a joy to see. Haven't you asked for your name yet?" The shopkeeper's mouth is smiling. Life is a happy thing, not just keeping the shop empty and enjoying the cleanliness, but having no vain contacts, and a sweet fragrance when talking .

"Sanlang, Ji Sanlang, this is my youngest son." Father Ji answered with a smile after hearing the "name and surname".

"This is a ranking, not a big name!" The shopkeeper frowned slightly. In fact, this is not bad as a nickname, and you can know the rank three when you hear it.

"I intend to be named Ji Mo, Mo Xiangzhi Mo." No one asked before, and Ji Mo didn't say anything. There was no kid clamoring for a name for himself, but since someone asked, he wanted it. So he decided on the name, which he was used to.

Cut first and play later, looked at Father Ji awkwardly with a bit of inquiry, for fear that he would disagree, but when it was Father Ji's turn to speak in the room, the shopkeeper clapped his hands and praised: "Ji Mo, a good name, from now on I will be Mo Fragrance House."

Father Ji, who was neglected, has long been used to it. It is really the way of the shopkeeper. He looks different from himself and looks higher than himself. Hearing what the other party said, he didn't ask why his son had such a name. , How did you think of it, just nodded repeatedly, as if echoing the saying "good name", with a smile on his face that "to praise my son is to praise me".

After talking again, Ji Mo still wrapped up the piano, carried it away, and when he got into the car and walked back, Ji's father was still enjoying himself, humming a tune that he didn't know where, with a wild accent Yes, it's easy to remember, and immediately diluted the tune of the tune taught by the shopkeeper.

Yangchun Baixue didn't have the catchy tune of the Xialiba people, so she was a little helpless.

Ji Mo hugged the qin, huddled into a ball, and sighed in his heart, the music is so high!

Back home, Mother Ji, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her youngest son come back with the piano in her arms. She thought it was impossible to sell the piano, and was still thinking of words of consolation. The eldest son, smiled and said to her: "How much do you think this piano is worth?"

"How much?" Ji's mother asked and looked at her youngest son's face. She was not happy, nor did she seem to be unhappy.

Father Ji stretched out his finger and shook it in front of her eyes, and said with a smile, "Silver!"

"Ah? What!"

They buy and sell vegetables, chickens and ducks on a daily basis, and all they give are coins, and it is almost impossible to exchange them for silver in the end. That said, I have never seen a silver settlement.

"There are so many, so why..." Ji's mother, who was startled, glanced at Ji's father, and then looked at her younger son with some incomprehension.

"I don't really understand what's in the ink. What kind of pitch should my son keep..." When listening to it, Ji's father felt that there was nothing he didn't understand, but now when he retells it, he feels that he can't understand anything. .

Ji Mo had already entered the room and put down the piano. When he heard his parents talking, he turned his head and said, "Mother, you forgot. I told you that the first piano I made is for you. You can play it later. Today Shopkeeper Sun also taught me a piece of music, it's very simple, I'll play it for you!"

Before Mother Ji could be overwhelmed by the flattery, she heard that her youngest son was going to play a tune for herself, sat happily on the bed, and asked curiously, "Do you want to burn incense or something?"

In the past, the Miss Wang family had to do a lot of things before playing the piano, bathing and burning incense, changing clothes and jewelry, tossing all the maids back and forth, finding a place and setting up a posture, and just playing for a while , What is "returning at the end of the day", so I was praised as "talented" and "elegant".

Can these playthings in the lady's boudoir be kept at home now?Can I still play by myself?

Ji's mother was still thinking, the sound of the piano had already sounded, and the small sound was spreading in the house. Ji Dalang, who put the car and stepped into the door, didn't know whether the other foot should go in for a while, and stopped at the door, and the sister-in-law outside also listened. Upon hearing the movement, he followed in and stopped behind Ji Dalang, the sound of the piano was like an invisible barrier, making people afraid to go in and disturb him easily.

In the room, Ji's mother and Ji's father were sitting on the bed, like children sitting in a row, sitting upright, not daring to move, listening quietly.

Today in the piano shop, Ji's father also stood upright, and he didn't dare to listen to the piano music that was not good enough but was enough to distance him.

Now that he was experiencing it again, he couldn't help holding his breath again. Fortunately, Ji Mo didn't repeat it repeatedly. After playing two bars, he stopped. When he turned his head to look at Ji's mother, he found that his elder brother and sister-in-law were still standing at the door. He was surprised for a while: " Why didn't big brother come in?"

"Come in, come in, isn't it afraid of disturbing you? This is Qin, it's really amazing!"

The little brother who usually talked casually suddenly came up with such unfathomable things, and Ji Dalang felt as if he didn’t know each other. He kept looking, but Ji Mo stopped looking at him and looked at Ji’s mother. , asked: "Does it sound good? Mom can play it too, come on, let me teach you, it's very simple."

"Can I?" Ji's mother was a little nervous, and Ji Mo pulled her to sit down in front of the piano, holding her hand and letting her play one note at a time. Ji's mother spoke and moved, stumbling , actually played the same sound. Ji Mo praised her without hesitation, and then told her to practice more, and she would be able to play it coherently.

Ji's father watched his hands itching from the sidelines, and unconsciously quarreled with Ji's mother again. After a while, he pushed Ji's mother down to play by himself, and Ji Mo taught the same without favoritism.

Ji Dalang and his wife, who were at the back, were full of envy, but they could only go to the back.

On this day, Ji's dinner was much late.